All posts by Rick Cognyl-Fournier

Maya 4

My name is Maya 4, and my story is one of absolute luck and fate! I was being brought in at the Vet’s office by an ‘acquaintance’ to be euthanized as I ‘may have cancer’, and Sophie was there!

She noticed me the minute I walked through the door as I have very special Pug eyes (big and googly!). She started talking to the man bringing me in about my funny looking face, and was told I was here to be put down! After talking to the guy for a while, Sophie and him decided I was going to live despite what my family wanted. So he called my family and explained I was being rescued, and off I went.

Sophie called my family, no one had even taken me to a vet. There is no cancer, just some bladder stones which are causing some bleeding in the urine. I’m on meds, special food, and in a month we’ll see where we stand and Sophie will have me operated on if need be!

Seriously! I love life, I’m absolutely gorgeous, funny looking, have a beautiful coat, and a wonderful personality.

If you are looking for a 40 lb (I need to lose a few pounds), mellow, affectionate Cocker Spaniel, than I’m the one you’ve been waiting for!

Rocky 4

Rocky 4, that’s me! They say I’m a Boston Terrier but Sophie thinks I may be mixed. I have blue eyes and my face is totally white. Maybe some Frenchie?

I’m about two years old and quite high energy, which is why I’m already on at least my third home at such a young age. I still need to get neutered, which will be done soon, and hopefully that will settle me down a little bit. Right now I’m very annoying to other dogs as I want to dominate everyone, a lot of it is hormonal.

I’m good with cats, even though curious, but could learn to live with them as I’ve been exposed to many.

Mikko

They call me Mikko! But they should call me Little Devil. Cute as a button, a face to make you melt but a personality that wants to rip you apart. What am I you ask? A Boston Terrier puppy who’s not even four months old, but I had a bad start.

I was purchased on the Internet by a young couple who believed they were going to a breeder. But as is the norm in Quebec “breeders” get rid of us as soon as we eat solid food, which is five weeks old.

So here I was separated from my Mom, Dad and siblings and went to my new home where it didn’t take long that I became the boss. Being as cute as I am they just couldn’t “discipline” so they hired some trainers, two of them, and neither one knew anything about how to raise an orphan puppy.

Otto

My name is Otto and I’m just under a year old. I’m a weird looking little thing, and I had a weird kind of beginning as my first mom passed away and I ended up with a family member who thought I was too much to handle.

So here I am a Yorkshire Teckel mix, Mom was the hairy one, Dad was the short legged one, so that combination made cute little me.

I’m a good little dog, but definitely energetic as I’m a teenager with lots of Terrier.  I’m good with other dogs, cats, would be good with kids who don’t pull my hair and love people. Friendly, sweet, cute, affectionate, all those are my qualities. My faults? I’m a Terrier!

Cookie 2

I’m Cookie 2, a sweet six year old Shih-Tzu who is looking for a loving home. I’m what Sophie and my foster home call a perfect dog. I have never had accidents in the house, don’t have any behavioral issues, can stay alone during the day, get along great with the family dog and cat, love kids and any human who wants to cuddle with me.

I do have one problem, it’s my left eye. The story on what happened is not very clear, but I may or may not have had surgery at one point which has left me partially blind in that eye. I came with eye drops which the foster home has been putting in regularly, but my eye seems to get very dry and needs cleaning every day. I’m due for a checkup to find out more about the future of this eye, but it is suspected that I will need drops for the rest of my life.

Don’t let that be a setback for you, I’m absolutely charming and once you know me you will not be able to resist. I may be six but I have a good ten years in front of me as I’m healthy and very active and playful.

Tyson 4 – In November

  • October 28th, 2010 – Sophie wins a Stay of execution on my death sentence in Superior Court. The order is temporarily suspended until the case is heard. I’m free to go home with a strict court order forcing me to be muzzled at all times in public. First half of the battle is over with.
  • November 2nd, 2010 – Sophie drives out of town to get me out of hiding after nearly 4 months. I am free as a bird and can enjoy a normal foster life until Superior Court decides if the city’s power to have an innocent victim like me killed is in fact legal. I’m confident that Sophie will win the other half of the battle.

For now I’m enjoying the city life, with a wonderful bunch of people who give me belly rubs, rub behind my ears, give me kisses, hugs, and shower me with love. They say I’m exceptional and totally understand why Sophie is fighting so hard to keep me alive. Of course I wear that darn muzzle the minute I leave the apartment, but since my foster home has no pets I can truly enjoy a normal life. The muzzle will be part of my life forever and I will learn that putting it on means going for a walk.

The city asked the courts that I not be put up for adoption until this is settled, but Sophie would apply to the Superior Judge for that permission if there was a potential adopter. Keep in mind my problem has nothing to do with aggression, simply a lack of knowing how to interact with other dogs, so Sophie is convinced that she will win since I was evaluated by a professional who confirms I am no threat, danger, nor risk to any human.

Ideally Sophie would love for a lawyer to adopt me, so they could help her fight this to ensure a win. I really don’t want to die.

Sunshine

It’s been almost five months since I delivered my 7 little Rays, and have now gotten most of my shape back. I am now known as Sunny and have been adopted by my foster home who just couldn’t let me go.

The best thing is that my “grand parents” adopted my little Rayko, so I will see him grow up and forever remain his Mom. We don’t live in the same city, but we will see each other during the holidays, vacations, etc…

I have turned into a beautiful and happy girl, that butt of mine is constantly doing the wiggle. One thing I have learned to love is butter. I guess I felt too skinny for a long time so a little butter helped me put on the weight.

Askim

Yay! I have been adopted. My turn finally came and at the age of almost one year, I now have a family I can call my own.

It’s been a bit of a struggle because of my anxiety, but after a couple of weeks in my new home, I’m starting to relax more and more, and being such a wonderful dog in every other aspect, love took over and I’m now an official member of the family.

I will keep on improving in hopes that this will in fact be my forever home.

Molly 8 & Hurley

Let me introduce myself, Hurley, a six year old English Bulldog and my younger “sister”, Molly 8, a four year old Bulldog like me.

We are hoping to be adopted together as we do enjoy each others company, but if splitting us up is the only way to find us homes, then we will have no choice.

We are both quite big, of the stocky kind, however Molly 8 is also what I would call overweight. Myself, I am a big boy, but still have a waist.

Obviously we both need some exercise and a reduced diet, as our previous family was compensating their lack of time for us with food.

We are both very affectionate, cuteness is in the eye of the beholder, but I consider myself cuter then Molly 8. I have a beautiful dark face, while Molly 8 is mostly white.

English Bulldogs are not for everyone, as people who know our breed understand and realize that we have more possibilities of health issues due to our genetically engineered shape especially when it comes to our legs and our noses. We are often prone to developing breathing problems and arthritis as we get older. So if you want to adopt us keep in mind that in several years you may need to give us special care in order for us to have a long and healthy life. If you decide to take us in, we will be forever grateful and will shower you with love.

Pablo

My name is Pablo, like that crazy painter Picasso, but I’m not crazy. More like a Tasmanian Devil, as I’m only a 4 month old little Shih-tzu.

Obviously I’m cute as a button, look like a little stuffy toy and anyone who sees me automatically falls in love. BUT, I’m a puppy, a small breed at that, which means at least one year of a little terror trying to run your house. So if you’re thinking of adopting me, you better be ready for the challenge that raising a puppy like me to become a well balanced and social butterfly entails.

Just like Ace, Sophie knows she will be swapped with requests but again will be very selective on who I actually end up with. Too many people think of us cute little things as toys, which we are not.

Tyson 5

I’m Tyson 5, the almost 9 year old Pug who was living with Fluffy 2 and like him I am looking for a home.

I’m the funniest and really cutest of the two. I’m short and stocky, make all those alienish Pug noises, and when Sophie arrived I actually beat Fluffy 2 to her lap and was already kissing her face by the time he was wagging his tail trying to get her attention.

So I’m even more affectionate then Fluffy 2, even though I’m a bit less active despite my younger age, because of my breed and shape.

I’m already getting white in the face which makes me look my age, but just like Fluffy 2, don’t let that fool you as I’m very healthy and active. I also enjoy my daily walks, and can also stay alone while you’re gone to work.

Fluffy 2

My name is Fluffy 2 and I’m a 10 and half year old male Shih-tzu. But hey, don’t let my age fool you. I’m still very healthy, very active for my age, barely starting some cataracts, the only thing really is my teeth will probably need a good cleaning within the next year.

I have been living with Tyson 5, a Pug, but now we are both looking for homes. Even though I have lived with him for the last 8 years, we never really bonded closely and were always quite independent of one another. So we are being split up for adoption, which is fine with both of us.

I love toys especially balls and can amuse myself while your at work, I’m fully house trained, hardly ever bark, and love going for my daily walks. When Sophie came to pick us up, I went to greet her right away, brought her my ball, and hopped on her lap to give her kisses and receive some affection. I’m good with other dogs, love people, and don’t have a mean bone in me. Because of my age I would see myself with an older person who wants an easy companion to hug and cuddle with.

Shelby

They (people) call me Shelby, I am a young female Sheltie who was found as a stray near a local park in Montreal. I’m about one year old, was very scared when I was found, it took over an hour to be able to catch me as I would come up to people but then would run off as soon as they extended their hands or showed me a leash.

Eventually I was caught and when Sophie came to pick me up, I bit her hand out of fear. After more then three weeks, no one seems to be looking for me as there have been no posters put up in the area, no ads posted on the net, no calls into the S.P.C.A and no response to any ads posted about me being found.

Sophie has now decided it’s time to find me a new home. What I’ve been able to show so far, since I cant talk is that I was fully paper trained (it took days before I would even do anything outside), I had never had a leash and collar around my neck (as it took a lot of struggling and some biting to get the collar around my neck), but I have now learned to go out on a leash and do my business outside.

I’m playful and enjoy the company of other dogs, a bit afraid of strangers, more specifically men, but getting better at meeting new people. I am extremely sweet and affectionate, love giving kisses and getting attention from people I trust.

Sophie thinks I may have lived with a senior lady who didn’t really take me out much, however seemed to take very good care of me as I am healthy and have been very well groomed and taken care of.  Someone is probably missing me out there, just like I miss having a home of my own.

Rayko

I’m enjoying a nap after running around with my new four legged sister, an 18 month old Lab mix, in the two acre backyard that is part of my new home in Ontario.

All of us 7 Rays are now a little over 4 months old and I’m one of the big boys already weighing 40lbs. It sure looks like I’m going to outgrow Sunshine, our beautiful Mom.

I’m hoping to reunite with my siblings and Mom (who by the way is still looking for her forever home) at Sophie’s future reunions.

Silver

I’m Silver, the young Australian Shepherd puppy who zipped by the S.C.D.D pound like a Silver bullet, thankfully missing it and landing at Sophie’s Dog Adoption. That was the luckiest day so far but now I had an even better day as I was officially adopted by a wonderful, caring couple.

I’ve been renamed Oliver, and so far have been a very smart and eager to learn puppy, and hopefully will make my new family as happy as they have made me.

Everybody who meets me finds it hard to believe that at barely five months old, I could of ended up on death row since I’m such a gorgeous dog. Goes to show that gorgeous puppies end up in Quebec pounds just as much as old decrepit senior dogs. That’s why Sophie always stresses the fact that a dog is for life.

Radar

I have found my Palace.

I was adopted this week and though miniature Pinschers are usually bossy, let me tell you that I ain’t no boss here! You see, my new Dad and I live with three cats who actually think they own the place.

It sure looks like they do as most of the furniture is for them. Cat beds, cat condos, scratching poles, they own toilet, so basically I’m hoping they will let me move in at least a tiny bed into their home.

There’s also a bird, but he’s more like the watchdog. So between the cats who run the house and the bird who stands guard, I really just get to lay around, play with toys, get treats, belly rubs and just enjoy life in this Palace. I’ve given myself one job, waking up my Dad by sticking my cold little nose in his ear!

Ryan & Bryan

While Sophie was having her yearly reunion and celebrating her 50th Birthday, we were being born.

We are Ryan and Bryan, two Pitbull pups born around September 12th, and at barely 8 weeks of age, we were already destined to be put down.

Just like Riana and Briana, we were to be drowned, as this seems to be the new way to get rid of unwanted or unsold puppies in this demented society humans live in.

Obviously being Pitbulls, we are cute and adorable puppies, but we will grow up to become adult Pitbulls so Sophie will be very picky once potential adopters come forward, since adopting a Pitbull is nothing like adopting a Golden Retriever, mostly because of the stigma that comes with being a Pitbull. Make sure you’re ready for that 15 year commitment before even considering making us a member of your family, we don’t want to be statistics.

Bella 4

Finally, after growing into a beautiful, charming and wonderful girl, I have found a home to call my own.

Not knowing what my breed really is, being young and very skinny when I arrived, it looked like I may grow into a Dane mix. But now that I am fully grown it’s obvious that my mix is probably with Mastiff and not Great Dane as I am short and stocky instead of tall and slanky.

Other than my new Mom and Dad I also have four wonderful young girls to share my life with who are just crazy about me. I also have a four legged sister of the feline kind to keep my on my toes.

Silver

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I have won the silver prize! My name is Silver, and here is the story on how fate luckily landed me right into Sophie’s hands instead of S.C.D.D’s gas chambers.

Sophie was over there doing a little investigative work at this shady pound, after having received confirmation that all dogs who are not sold eventually get gassed to death and that they do not allow rescue groups to take us out in order to save our lives, she ran into my Mum in the parking lot who was bringing me in to this horrible place.

Sophie approached her immediately, as the give away was the bag of food and a few knick-knacks under her arm and asked her why she was bringing me in. My Mum explained that she had severe allergies, but said the pound who had assured her I would not be put down. When she heard of Sophie’s encounter with S.C.D.D staff, she instantly decided to surrender me to Sophie as she knew in her heart that fate brought us all together and I would now have a true chance at a good life.

You see I’m just a four and a half month old, gorgeous, blue eyed, merle colored Australian Shepherd. I don’t deserve to end up in the system as a statistic but rather to be loved and grow up in a wonderful home. I avoided even five minutes of this stench of a horrible pound.